Call of Duty: Ghost Squadron

by noob622

A detailed account of Ghost Squad during the events in Call of Duty 4, featuring the iconic character Simon "Ghost" Riley. Led by Ghost-1, Captain Antonio Lee, and spearheaded by Lt. Shepard, Ghost Squad is deployed in special engagements. This fan-fiction is as authentic as possible, including correct timelines, back-stories, weapons, vehicles, and actual game dialogue.

1. Chapter I: Wet-Work

Call of Duty: Ghost Squadron

Part I: Wet-Work

[Takes place during the events in call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare]

"Khaled Al-Asad. Currently the Second most powerful man in the Middle East. Word on the street is he's got the minerals to be top dog down there. Intel's keeping an eye on him. But we have worse news."

"And the bad news?"

"We've got a new guy joining us today, fresh out of selection. His name's Soap"

"Great. Send in the FNG. What the hell kind of name is 'Soap?'"

"I don't know sir….hold on...Just got a call from Lieutenant Shepard. He says Ghost Team won't be there to back us up in the Ship Op. They got called in for another mission; we're on our own.

"What could Ghost team possibly be doing? It's not like Antonio to turn down some Wet-Work."

"Whatever it is, he can't be having more fun then we're about to have. I'll go meet the FNG at the firing range."

Ghost-1 turned off his safety as two trucks pulled up to the meeting spot. "We got two tangos exiting the vehicles. One looks like it's him. Confirm his identity."

"Identity confirmed. That's our guy." Ghost-6 chimed on the radio. Good, Ghost-1 thought. We're running out of time.

"Keep your eyes on those sentries on the roof, Ghost-6." Their target was talking to someone from the other vehicle. He nodded his head, and pointed to the truck behind him. Ghost-1 looked into the truck window."Ghost-6, do you have a clear sight into the window?" he asked.

"Roger."

"Is that who I think it is in the passenger seat?"

"Roger. That's him. Holy hell." Ghost-6 whispered.

"Overlord, we have eyes on what looks like the President. Requesting permission to engage and rescue." Ghost-1 said. After a pause, Overlord came on.

"Do you have a positive ID on President Al-Fulani?" Overlord asked.

"Negative, he has a bag over his head," Ghost-1 replied. There was some scuffling on the mike, before Overlord's voice changed to Lt. Shepard's.

"Permission Granted, Ghost-1. I'll take the risk. Engage and rescue the President."

"Roger that." Ghost-1 centered the taller man of the two, the suspected kidnapper, in his scopes. He fired. A 50 Caliber bullet flew 300 yards and hit the man in the shoulder. "Target Down." He watched as Ghost-4 and 5 approached the target area. The uninjured man, the one they've been tailing, pulled out a Desert Eagle pistol, firing at the advancing Ghost team. He ducked and jumped in the truck containing the President. "Damn. AL-Asad has the President. Ghost-3, tell me you have eyes on that truck."

"Roger, Ghost-1. We have eyes on a red Chevrolet, moving west along AL-Freda Highway. Permission to engage?"

"Negative! We cannot risk it! Tell Ghost-2 at the roadblock to intercept them!" Ghost-3 was in a Little Bird, orbiting the highway, while Ghost-2 had set up a roadblock. "Ghost-3, circle around and pick us up! Ghost-2, do you have a visual?"

"Affirmative. I have eyes on the truck. Clear shot to the tires."

"Take it!" shouted Ghost-1. Ghost-2 shot a concentrated burst from her M16 assault rifle into the truck's left front tire. The truck skidded, before rolling over and landing in a ditch. Ghost-1, now onboard the helicopter with Ghost-3 and 6, said, "Albright, Ghost-2, move in."

"Moving." They watched as she circled the overturned truck. She closed in, just as Khaled AL-Asad was crawling from the passenger window. "No-no-no," She said, "Don't want you getting away," She put her boot on top of AL-Asad's chest, and reached inside the vehicle, ripping off the President's bag. "It's him. We got him, he's unharmed" she said. "Sorry for the bumpy ride, Mr. President, but-" She sputtered mid-sentence as a bullet pierced her chest. She looked down, as a second one shot through. Ghost-2 dropped.

"No!" Ghost-1 yelled. Behind Ghost-2 stood a man, about 6'1, bald, in a grey jacket, holding AL-Asad's Desert Eagle. He motioned, and two armed guards fired an RPG at Ghost-3's chopper.

"Whoa! Hold on!" Ghost-3 yelled as he struggled to dodge the rocket. Meanwhile, the man helped up AL-Asad, and two men behind him grabbed President AL-Fulani from the overturned truck. All four men entered an armored van and sped off.

"Ghost-5, are we tracking that van!" Ghost-1 yelled.

"Negative, sir. They're gone."